InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Together in Tokyo ❯ Dead and Buried ( Chapter 21 )
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By: SilentTaiyoukai 
Sesshoumaru wonders just what the hell he's doing.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 04.23.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 415 | Visits: 355 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshoumaru wonders just what the hell he's doing.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 04.23.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 415 | Visits: 355 | Status: Work In Progress
He should have known that saying such a thing would only lead to more questions, things he was not willing to answer. He had done more than kept his promise. She knew what had become of her friends, and he had watched over and protected her for her entire life here in this era. She did not need to know that he had sold his power to a Kami just to keep that promise. He did not need to take her to pay her respects to the hanyou and kitsune, just as she didn’t need to know Taka’s secrets. It was not honorable to forget a promise made to a fallen comrade, especially a blood-relative, but all of this had not been part of the deal.
He had to ask himself why.
He had procrastinated confronting her for the very fact that the past was not an easy thing for him to relive. He had not visited these graves since that day he had come face to face with a God. From that moment on he had tried to forget about the blood, but now here it was again. He could feel it clinging to his hands, the ghostly lifeblood of all those he could not save. Their lives hung like weights around his neck, making him bow his head.
He had come to realize some time ago that in this day and age, the former miko was all he had. In his long life he had made many acquaintances, business partners and co-workers, but he had never opened up to anyone as much as he had her. She was the only one who could possibly understand what he was, what he had once been, but even still he did not understand his own actions. Why was he letting her so close to him? And why was he opening up to her? She clung to him like a leech in the forest, and he allowed it.
In time she would be just like the rest of them. Still he would remain, decades, perhaps even milennia after she was gone if he so chose. And what then? To him her lifetime was no time at all. There would be no more promises to keep after she was gone. After his reason for living into this era was dead, what would he do?
Burying bodies was easy. Burying the memories of them was not.
He had to ask himself why.
He had procrastinated confronting her for the very fact that the past was not an easy thing for him to relive. He had not visited these graves since that day he had come face to face with a God. From that moment on he had tried to forget about the blood, but now here it was again. He could feel it clinging to his hands, the ghostly lifeblood of all those he could not save. Their lives hung like weights around his neck, making him bow his head.
He had come to realize some time ago that in this day and age, the former miko was all he had. In his long life he had made many acquaintances, business partners and co-workers, but he had never opened up to anyone as much as he had her. She was the only one who could possibly understand what he was, what he had once been, but even still he did not understand his own actions. Why was he letting her so close to him? And why was he opening up to her? She clung to him like a leech in the forest, and he allowed it.
In time she would be just like the rest of them. Still he would remain, decades, perhaps even milennia after she was gone if he so chose. And what then? To him her lifetime was no time at all. There would be no more promises to keep after she was gone. After his reason for living into this era was dead, what would he do?
Burying bodies was easy. Burying the memories of them was not.